Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001) s10e01 Episode Script
Rispetto
In New York City's war on crime the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the major case squad.
These are their stories.
- Where is he? Where is he? Nyle, Nyle! Can you spell genius? - Well, I can spell Nyle Brite, right? - Buddy, you killed it.
You absolutely killed it.
Again, huh? Take a bow.
Take a bow.
Get out there.
Get out there.
Ladies and gentlemen, Nyle Brite! - I can't believe you're blowing me off tonight.
- I got invited to a girlfriend's party.
It's no big deal.
- Come on, who is he- a banker, hedge fund douche bag? - Nathan, come on, jealousy's a turnoff.
- Finals are next week.
- And I'll ace them just like I did midterms.
And I'll call you tomorrow.
- If you're dating other guys, I swear to God I'll kill you.
- Shoot for Mars, settle for Venus.
That's what I say all the time, all right? To hell with the moon.
- The moon is for losers.
- The moon is for losers.
The moon is a loser.
Oh, God, you are a very bad girl.
- Oh, you have no idea.
- I'd like to.
- Uh, she's been ridden more than the "a" train.
I got a newbie.
- You, my man, are the Houdini of hedonism.
Come on, give it up.
I love him.
I love him.
- Ooh! Pink Peruvian.
- Ah.
You look amazing.
- Oh, thanks.
What kind of party is this? - The kind guys don't mention to their wives.
Sara, say hi to my friend- the most brilliant fashion designer on earth.
- You're supposed to say, "in the universe.
" Get everybody out of my house right now.
The party's over.
Get everyone out of my house.
Get off of me.
Get everybody out of my house.
Move.
Hey, what are you deaf? Get everyone out.
Everyone, get out of my house! Get out! Out! - Okay, everybody, party's over! - Get out.
- Sorry, guys.
- Go away, Nathan.
I'm not the mood.
Nathan.
- Hey.
Hey, we need- we need to talk.
No anger, no judgment, just raw, honest truth, okay? - You're high.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, ever.
- Go home to your wife.
- Come on, let me in.
Come on! - No, please! Stop! Aah! - Thank you.
Honey, hey.
We have to talk.
I screwed up.
- No.
- Hey, I'm being serious here.
- Let me guess- one of your gal pals wants to talk to page six? - Worse, okay? Much worse.
- Get ready for school, sweetie.
Mom and dad need some privacy.
It's okay.
I promise.
- Sara! Sara! Sara? Oh, my God! Criminal Intent S10E01 Rispetto Adriano_CSI Apartment was rented to Sara bell.
Neighbors heard a shot about 9:15 A.
M.
Her boyfriend found her about 10:00.
Why'd you call us? College kid gets popped, parents get freaked.
Welcome back, detectives.
First responders left her in the carpet.
Paramedics took her pulse, knew she was gone.
They left her for you.
All right, let's just clear this area out, please.
Uh, photos? Okay, looks like one in the chest- Looks like she might have known who shot her.
The killer wrapped her in the carpet, then leaves her body.
Haven't seen that before.
Maybe he was trying to bring the body somewhere and got spooked.
Fancy clothes for a student.
At least we know who her favorite designer is.
Nyle Brite.
Not cheap either.
Plenty of trust-fund babies at Hudson.
Bag that.
There's at least $5,000 here.
I didn't have that kind of spending money in college.
It's more than I have now.
Wow.
She's an actress Or maybe something else? Nice clarinet.
The Reed's still on it- dusty, though.
I don't think she played the clarinet.
She has admirers too.
"You're a lying, selfish bitch.
I pray to God you burn in hell.
" She was fantastic.
Not according to the text you sent last night.
My favorite is "You used your beauty as a weapon to murder the souls of innocent men.
" - I went overboard.
I'm sorry.
- You found the body, Nathan.
That's ground zero.
Jealous boyfriend? - If I did it, why would I call 911? To make us think you didn't do it? Eames.
How long were you dating Sara? Two weeks.
And you were already texting about the murder of innocent souls? She was brilliant.
She could quote Byron and shelley- did you ever give her any gifts, money? I paid her rent this month.
- That's love.
After only two weeks? Do you think that anybody else might have been paying her rent for the occasional You know, pay for play? - What? No way.
That's ridiculous.
She-she liked to party with her girlfriends.
- Okay.
You're gonna come downtown with us, and we're gonna check your alibi.
There you go.
- Her I.
D.
Was fake.
Turns out Sara wasn't enrolled at Hudson.
She was pretending to be a student.
- Rich, old guys love college girls.
"Generous gentlemen only.
" - I'm sure she found a few.
How are we doing with the idiot who sent the crazy texts? - Nathan's alibi is clean.
He was at the gym from 8:40 to 10:05.
- If she used him to pay her rent, she was using other people too.
There's another pissed-off boyfriend out there somewhere.
- Ran Sara's prints- no records in the database.
Two days before the murder, someone from Nyle Brite called Sara five times, three times the next day.
- That's one happy customer.
- Or unhappy customer.
- Nyle Brite's the "bad boy" of fashion.
His little soirees are legendary.
Sara had over a dozen of his dresses in her closet.
- I'm guessing she didn't pay retail.
Problem is Is that all the calls came from the main office.
The company has over 300 employees.
- Yeah, but only one who brags about how he pays to play.
- You like it? - No.
- I love it! - It's gonna be bigger than the plunge dress.
- It's already bigger than the plunge dress! Oh, my gosh! Nyle Brite is gonna make Marc Jacobs his prison bitch! - Nyle, come here.
Let me see you.
Let me see your eyes.
For God's sake, man, bankers are gonna be here in an hour.
- Good.
That's great! That's great! They should be here in an hour.
I never felt more present or intuitive.
- Or more wired.
- Wi- well, Paul, come on, man.
- You're a mess, Nyle.
You need to see a doctor.
Oh, there it is again- the "j" word.
I thought we agreed, there's no room for judgment in a creative workplace.
- There's also no room for psychotic behavior and gross stupidity, okay? I got six Goldman sachs bankers coming over here in an hour to sign off on this thing- - are you under the impression that you're my boss? - We're talking about $300 million, okay? - I've never been more in control.
I'm at one with the cosmos.
I got it together.
You're the one- you don't have it together.
I'm square.
You're square.
We're squares.
- Come here.
If you blow this deal I will bury you.
I swear to God.
Get straight, now.
- Bye, Paul.
- Someone hit her.
It was hard to spot, because it's above the hairline.
It's a star-shaped cut, black and blue- some type of blunt-force trauma.
- Any idea what caused it? - A fist, most likely.
Indentation's unusual.
Doer may have been wearing a ring.
- It's still black and blue, which means she was injured, what, a day before she was shot? - Yeah, give or take.
Happened prior to the shooting.
- So college boy Nathan alibies for her murder, but maybe he clocked her out of jealousy.
- The guy is a wuss.
He got conned into paying rent.
He's a whiner, not a hitter.
So she got hit while turning away.
Someone was swinging at her.
So it plays out like an argument that amped out of control.
Can you tell us where Nyle Brite is? Nyle Brite? - Uh, sorry.
He doesn't talk to people.
- We're not people.
- Uh, yeah, he's right here.
Hi, can I help you? - Do you recognize this young woman? - No.
- Her name's Sara bell.
She's a call girl.
She never attended any of your parties? - Uh, well, I didn't say I'd never seen her.
I said I didn't recognize her, okay? And I don't really remember her being at any of my parties.
- Her closet was full of Nyle Brite clothing.
- You just went from present tense to past.
- That's because she died.
- How? - She was murdered.
You ever give her any clothes, maybe as a gift? - No.
I don't shower escorts with gifts.
I don't serenade them with sonnets.
It kind of defeats the purpose.
Besides, I don't know who that is, so - Maybe you could take one last look? - Oh, my God! What is wrong with you? I have a press junket in an hour, and you shove a picture of a dead hooker in my face? Bad vibes, man! Bad mojo! - I'm apologizing.
- Where were you this morning? - I-I was at my shrink at 8:00.
And then I had breakfast with my wife, Debra, and my friend Teddy.
He's there.
Now, if you have any more questions, you can talk to my army of lawyers.
- Yeah, we had breakfast at the peninsula around, uh, 9:30 or 10:00.
- Ever seen her before? - That's Sara, of course.
Oh, my God, she's dead? How? - She was shot with a.
22.
- Did you two "date"? - Well, we, um Several times.
Sweet kid, beautiful too.
I can't believe she's dead.
That's terrible.
- When's the last time you saw her? - A couple days ago At the party after Nyle's runway show.
I got her and some other girls to show up at his after-party.
- Did she and Nyle hook up that night? - No, no, no.
He was, uh, otherwise engaged.
Right.
Did you ever call Sara from your office phone? No, I text.
"Special consultant to Nyle Brite.
" Special consultant, that's, uh Uh, fancy.
- I'm a sounding board.
- You're a sounding board.
Oh.
So you do whatever's necessary for Nyle, like keeping him in a positive psychological state.
- Correct.
- Right.
- Like buying him cocaine and hookers? - Much more than that.
Trust me, we grew up on the same block in teaneck, new Jersey, back when he was Norman Briteling.
Okay? - Right.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Let's see Nyle's shrink.
Maybe she can give us a window into the cesspool of his mind.
- I met with Nyle at 8:00 this morning.
- Look, I-I know you can't violate doctor-patient privilege, but is there anything you can tell us that might help? - I can tell you that in session, he said he'd received flowers from a girl- an ex, I suppose.
He was very upset.
- Was her name Sara bell? - He didn't say.
Uh, now, if you'll excuse me, I have a patient.
- I'm just noticing, palm beach real estate.
Business must be good, especially in this economy.
You know, I just thought that pricey therapists would be something that people were cutting back on, you know, like-I don't know- white truffles.
- Well, there's, uh, only one reason it's better to have wealthy clients than poor ones.
- What's that? - Well, the wealthy ones know that money doesn't solve your problems.
- Her credit card indicates Sara bell spent $145 on flowers last Sunday.
- Yes, here it is.
She sent a bouquet to Mr.
Nyle Brite for $145.
- She include a note? - "You said I was your one and only.
Now reap what you've sown.
" That's it- no sign-off, no signature, no smiley face.
- Okay.
Thanks.
- "Now reap what you've sown.
" - It's a threat.
Maybe she had something that could blow him up.
It would have to be pretty big.
The whole world knows he shags hookers.
You saw the skull ring on his right hand? He's the one that hit her.
And she tried to blackmail him the day before she died.
Today's business section just announced Nyle Brite going public in three weeks.
- Not a great time for him to clobber a 100-pound escort, or kill her, for thatatter.
- Anything else on this guy- fingerprints, blood evidence? - No, but it's pretty clear he lied about knowing the victim.
- What about his alibi? We have the surveillance from the peninsula yet? - Nyle showed up at 9:37.
His pal Teddy showed up at 9:41.
- Well, TOD.
Was 9:15.
That means either one of them had time to kill this girl and go out for a Danish.
Any other suspects? - There's Paul Keller, ceo of Nyle Brite, and also Nyle's wife, Debra.
We tried to reach her.
She went to Florida right after the breakfast.
She's back now.
- A lot of people stand to get very rich on this I.
P.
O.
That means a lot of people had a damn good motive for murder.
- I'm sorry, but what does a hooker's murder have to do with me or my company? - We believe she was trying to blackmail Nyle Brite.
- You know, I checked your resume.
You've had three companies that have gone belly-up.
Are you texting us right now? Because we're the ones talking to you.
This I.
P.
O.
Is a big deal for you.
You're looking at $50 million if it closes? - Where were you Monday morning? - I was at home with my wife till 9:00.
I went to the office about 9:30.
Look, I know absolutely nothing about this woman.
- We'd like to see the registration statement.
You know, we'd like to know who your major stockholders are.
- Well, you feel free to contact our attorneys, all right? - How about I call Goldman? Let me see.
"Goldman," here it is.
Let's see.
We'll just tell them that you're involved in a murder investigation- - okay, all right, all right.
I'll, uh-I'll have my assistant send everything over today.
- Oh, good.
Just one more thing- does it bother you that the star of your fashion house has a serious addiction problem? - My brother died ten years ago of a drug overdose.
He was 28.
So, yeah, I take addiction very seriously.
- I'm sorry about your brother.
I lost my brother in the same way.
It just seems to me like you need to focus more on getting him into rehab than on your I.
P.
O.
Closing.
- Yeah, well, I'm a businessman, not a Saint.
- Obviously.
- I got to the peninsula at 9:45.
Teddy and Nyle were already there.
- The murder was at 9:15, which makes all three of you persons of interest.
- You went to Florida immediately after breakfast.
You came back nine hours later.
- Nyle and I are looking at condos down there.
- Did you know Sara bell? - No.
Never met her.
Go to your room, sweetie.
It's okay.
The police are just asking a few questions.
- That's your and Nyle's son.
- Yes.
That's Tyler.
- Doesn't it bother you that Nyle dates porn stars and prostitutes? - I've been with Nyle for 20 years.
We're best friends.
He suffers from multiple addictions.
But I can assure you he didn't hit, much less kill, a call girl.
Nyle gets upset when he steps on a spider.
- I have some of these "livestrong" bands at home.
- Hmm.
It's kind of amazing how much money Lance Armstrong raised with those bracelets.
- Yeah.
- She must know "livestrong" bracelets are yellow.
- Well, you know they wear the purple ones to raise awareness for domestic violence.
- Debra's a victim.
- Did you see the-the way her son was watching us? That's typical behavior for someone who was raised around violence.
- Let's see the man who knew Norman Briteling way back when.
Did Nyle ever tell you he was being blackmailed by someone? - Nope.
- We scrubbed Sara's texts.
She sent you one the day before she died.
"I can't do this anymore.
I'm done.
" - She didn't want to see me anymore.
- A hooker ditching the John- that'sounterintuitive.
- She wanted out, and I figured maybe we'd start hanging- boyfriend-girlfriend kind of thing.
It was delusional.
Not the first time I've been dumped.
- Anyone else ever blackmail Nyle? - About six months ago, a woman named, um, yasmin had this video.
It was pretty ugly.
- Nyle didn't care about the group-sex stuff, just the heroin.
Image- ass good, smack bad.
- And then some guy in a suit gave you a check for 20 grand? - Mm-hmm.
- Was his name Paul Keller- white, 5'10", 40s? That's him.
Told me if I ever whispered that Nyle shot heroin, he would ruin my life.
- Did you ever meet a woman- Sara bell? - I saw her at Nyle's party.
She's the reason why it ended so fast.
And totally fr, Nyle saw her told everyone to get the hell out.
- Because he saw Sara? - Mm-hmm.
- They knew each other? - Knew each other? Hell, it looked like they were married.
- It's possible she was at my party.
Every beautiful woman in Manhattan was there, except for you, of course.
- Yasmin told us you shut the party down the second you saw Sara.
Why? You lied to us about knowing her.
Is that because you killed her after she tried to blackmail you for hitting her? - Are you a crazy person? Are you not right? Because I will sue your asses for slander! - You ever play a musical instrument? - What? - No, I'm just saying that, you know, a lot of great artists- they express themselves in more than one way, you know, like a great actor will paint.
- I play clarinet.
I took it up when I was 12.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Did you ever give Sara a clarinet as a gift? - I'm late for a meeting uptown.
I just - You have.
Why would you give a call girl a clarinet that you played when you were 12? Unless you gave it to her when she was 12.
You're crazy, man.
- Yeah.
That's why you called off the party that night 'Cause the hooker that Teddy brought was your daughter.
- Reap what you sow.
Chloe Miller Born 1991 Changed her name to Sara bell in 2005.
Your daughter.
Father's name isn't on the birth certificate, of course.
But the mother's is- susannah Miller.
Susannah Uh, old girlfriend? She was a Ford model.
We dated for a few weeks, and then she got pregnant.
She still live in the area? - No.
She she moved to Paris when my daughter, Chloe, was 12.
- I'd married Debra by then, and we had Tyler, but I never told Debra or Tyler about Chloe.
I never- I never told anybody.
- She was your first-born child, your one and only.
I mean, that's what you told her, right? She was your one-and-only girl? - I read her poetry- shelley, Byron, keats.
She was an angel.
I loved her.
- Until you found out she was a call girl.
- I wanted to pretend that the whole thing never happened.
I wanted to pretend that she never showed up at my party, that she wasn't a prostitute.
I wanted to pretend that I didn't- - you didn't what? - That I-that I didn't- that I didn't judge her.
- So you recognized her at the party.
I guess Teddy gave you her address.
You went to the apartment.
And you started arguing.
- Yeah.
She started to cry.
She said she wanted to get out of the business.
- And then you punched her in the head.
- Oh, okay.
That was the ring.
She slapped me first.
I lost it.
I had been on a three-day bender, and I was totally nervous about the show and the I.
P.
O.
- All legitimate reasons to beat the crap out of your daughter.
- I know what you're doing, okay? You want to book me for assault, that's fine! But you can't book me for murder, 'cause I didn't kill Chloe- she's my daughter! I'll have my team of lawyers in here.
They'll bail me out in five minutes! And then I'm gonna go public on the offense with my truth! - You're a train wreck.
- We have to do whatever is necessary to protect Nyle.
Assault charges against a hooker we can brush away.
But it's a little difficult to go public when the face of your company's in jail for murder.
- Everything will be fine.
- Really? Tell me something, doctor.
Did the idiot do it? - I can't breach my confidentiality.
Do me a favor- save your sanctimonious speech for somebody else, honey.
I know the little game you and your pal are playing.
- So in the past six months, Nyle's transferred $70 million in stock to a family trust.
- That's pretty typical, isn't it? - Yeah, when you're the beneficiary.
But Nyle's not involved at all.
It's like he gave $70 million in cash away.
Guess who gets the money.
- I knew there was a reason the wife was still around.
- Nyle wanted to provide a nest egg for me and Tyler in the event something happened to him.
Right, so he just, you know, woke up one day and decided he was gonna transfer 80% of his assets to the family trust.
I don't know-seems like a pretty elaborate plan for someone like Nyle.
- Nyle's brilliant.
- I'm sure he is.
He just doesn't seem like a detail-oriented, you know, "plan for the future" kind of guy.
- Well, luckily for him, he has lots of advisers who are detail-oriented "plan for the future" types.
- Like who? - Like his lawyer, his accountant, his psychiatrist.
- Dr.
Harper your shrink too? - Yes.
I've been with her for years.
- Since Nyle started abusing you? - Excuse me? - He might not kill spiders, but he's pretty good at beating up women.
- This is very elegant.
This part of his new collection? - Yes.
- Mom, dad's on tv.
Just turn it on.
I'm done, okay? I'm done pretending that decadence, hedonism, and self-love are all negative concepts.
I mean, what's more beautiful than loving yourself, huh, taking care of yourself, pampering yourself, indulging your wild impulses? W- what's better than that? The pursuit of joy, the pursuit of happiness- that's in our constitution.
Are you along for the ride, my brother? - I'm along for the ride.
- You're along for the ride! He's along for the ride! You're along for the ride! Let me-let me tell you something.
I work fast- you got to buckle up, 'cause that's the key to success, is speed.
The key to success is speed.
A synapse comes, it hits, pow! You got to ride that thing out, man.
That's how the big dogs do it, man- instinct, instinct! You got it! - Way to go, dad.
- That's how we do it, not-not people like you.
I'm talking to you, you son of a bitch.
You know exactly who you are.
I'm Mick Jagger.
You're the talentless, faceless zero backstage making sure I have enough water to drink, so deal with it.
- Must be tough having Nyle Brite as a role model.
- Did you know that Nyle had a daughter named Chloe Miller? - If you have more questions, talk to my lawyer.
- Does your father know you're a whore? I'm just curious.
- No.
- Do me a favor.
Tomorrow-tomorrow morning, right, right when you wake up, call him.
Call your father and tell him that you love him.
Do it For me.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- So this nut job goes on tv.
It goes viral.
He's all over the news.
All right, he bailed on the assault charge, so let's step into him.
Look for outstanding warrants, parking tickets, hell, jaywalking.
Let's bring him in so we can get another run at him.
- We checked his office.
He's not there.
He's not at his wife's apartment either.
There's a town house registered to his company on Hudson street.
- I'm guessing that's his home away from home.
- Well, let's see if we can move him into a studio at sing-sing.
- If you heard that "poof" today, that was Nyle Brite's I.
P.
O.
Going up in smoke.
Goldman sachs announced today that it is terminating Its relationship with Nyle Brite.
- It's open.
Hello? - Brite's early-morning interview is being cited as the cause.
- Nyle? - He's along for the ride! You're along for the ride! - Anyone home? 'Cause that's the key to success, is speed.
The key to success is speed.
A synapse comes, it hits, pow! You got to ride that thing out, man.
That's how the big dogs do it, man instinct, instinct! You got it.
That's right! That's how we do it, not-not people like you.
I'm Mick Jagger- you're the talentless, faceless zero backstage making sure I have enough water to drink, so deal with it.
Hey, psst.
- Show me your hands! - Don't shoot, please! I was upstairs listening to music when I heard these loud bangs.
I'd been partying pretty hard, so I didn't know if I was dreaming or - Did you call 911? - I was too scared.
I thought that the killer might still be here, so I just hid in the closet and prayed.
- She didn't see anything.
- Big surprise.
- Full-on circus- paparazzi, news vans, panhandlers.
- Page one, tomorrow's post- Tsunami kills thousands, or Nyle Brite gets shot in the heart? I wonder which it will be? That matches the sketch that was back at Debra's apartment.
- Say what you want, but Nyle Brite knew how to design clothes.
- So this is what we have Five.
22 shells, all in the chest.
Our killer was pissed.
- Hey, just got word from ballistics-it's a match.
Same gun used in the Sara bell murder.
- We're looking at the same shooter.
- Besides our girl in the closet, two other escorts saw nothing, but one remembers an angry phone call around 2:30, in which Nyle called someone "a selfish bitch.
" - Debra? - Know anyone else who matches that description? - You drag me in here at night- my husband is dead.
My son has to wait in a police station.
You better have something good.
- Here, have a seat.
- We'll make this simple.
Did you kill your husband and his daughter? - Our company died the minute he went on tv.
I wanted to kill him But I didn't.
- We left your apartment at 2:00.
Where were you between then and 4:00? - At home with Tyler.
- And Dr.
Harper.
- Excuse me? - You told us th Nyle discussed his financial matters with his psychiatrist, and I just find that odd.
I mean, isn't it? - I have no idea.
- No? Okay, well-all right, maybe it's not for us to judge what people discuss with their therapist.
Dr.
Harper's your girlfriend.
- My private life is irrelevant.
- Sure.
You-you went to Florida right after Sara was killed.
You were there for nine hours.
- We spoke to a broker down there.
Apparently you and Dr.
Harper are in negotiations for a $15 million house.
- We found this real-estate magazine in Dr.
Harper's office.
The two of you You and Dr.
Harper, teamed up to exploit Nyle's mental state and get rich Move to Florida, palm beach, live happily ever after.
- It's not a crime to live happily ever after, detective, especially after I didn't kill that young woman, and I didn't kill Nyle.
I've let go of my anger.
- Excuse me, please.
Not bad.
You have talent.
- Had a good teacher.
- I'm sorry about your dad.
- I'm not.
- I-I saw one of his sketches at-at your house.
It was of a-a-a nice dress.
He-he did have talent.
- It wasn't his sketch.
My mom covered for him, just like everybody else covered for him all these years.
- Well, if it wasn't his, then whose was it? - Teddy! Teddy, it's the police.
Open up! - Looks like Teddy took his work home from the office.
- He's been designing his own line.
- He was set to make three mil off the I.
P.
O.
It costs a lot more than that to launch a line.
No one would finance the rest.
- Has he shown up at his office yet? - I tried the receptionist.
Ten minutes ago, she said she still hadn't seen him.
- Let's lie.
Hello.
Hi, I'm looking for Teddy scola.
Yes, this is Martin flom from Armani.
Thank- Debra Brite told me about the new line he's trying to launch.
Yes.
Yes, I'm only in town for one day.
Can I- absolutely.
I'll be there in 20.
Thank you.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I have a meeting.
- A meeting? With who? - An investor.
- An investor? For this company? What the hell are you talking about? - Remember that new line I was telling you about? I finally finished the samples.
- Terrific.
- Teddy? We need to talk.
- Sorry, I have an important meeting.
- I know.
Martin flom told me all about it.
You are the bad boy of fashion.
You are a-a-a genius.
Teddy scola.
A- ask me, this should be your office, your chair.
This is, uh, Nyle Brite's famous plunge dress.
- So simple- the draping in front, that elegant, daring plunge in the back.
- No wonder he was a fashion icon.
But he didn't design it.
You did.
It's right here in your sketchbook.
Famous plunge dress, dated march 19, 2005.
That's six months before Nyle unveiled it in Milan.
- Paris.
- Sorry.
Paris.
And your new design Spetto.
Teddy, that's beautiful.
- Nyle had charisma.
I- I was just a schlep from Jersey.
He was the star.
I was the- - what? You were the Fool? Part of the entourage, you know, dumb friend? Dealer? Uh, pimp? You know what gets me is that- that the two of you were- you were real friends back in the day.
You know, Norman Briteling and Teddy scola.
I- I looked it up- the two of you went to the fashion institute together after high school.
- Yeah.
- He loved you.
He trusted you.
Took your advice.
And you got perks- sex, drugs, rock and roll.
- How many times did you ask Nyle to finance your own line? You were gonna make $3 million from the I.
P.
O Net after taxes, 1.
5- not chump change, but not enough to launch a line.
- Nyle didn't think we were ready.
He said my sample was derivative.
You believed that? Nyle telling me That I'm derivative? - That prick.
The guy didn't appreciate anything.
You know, you brought him Sara, as a present, to the party, a college girl.
How were you gonna know that that was his daughter? - We didn't recognize each other.
I hadn't seen her in nine years.
- Nine years.
He freaked out, you know? Later, they go to the apartment.
They fight.
- What did she do after he beat her? - She came to my place, told me what he'd done.
I never would have brought her there if I knew who she was.
- Was it her idea to blackmail him, or was it yours, you know, to ensure that he sponsor your own fashion line, you know, after the I.
P.
O.
Went through? - I busted hump for this company.
- Yes.
Yes, you did.
- Every year, Nyle said, "you'll get your line, Teddy Next year.
" And the next year and then the next year and the year after that! - She sent him flowers And then the note.
But-but then what happened? I mean, despite her anger, she couldn't blackmail her father.
She loved him, right? Blood's thicker.
- That's why she sent those texts- "I can't do this anymore.
I'm done.
" - As long as you were number two, it was all good.
He loved you.
But he wasn't gonna let you step into the sun Right? He was the Mick Jagger, and you were, you know, the faceless, silly, little guy, you know, backstage- the one who brings you water.
- I was more than that.
- Is that how you came up with the name "spetto"? Because you just shorten the Italian word rispetto Respect.
- I love the sound of it.
It's mysterious, but it's strong.
And it motivated me, too, knowing what the word really meant.
It helped me, you know, fight through obstacles.
- Like Sara.
- I had no choice.
She was gonna tell Nyle that I was trying to blackmail him.
He would've dumped me in a heartbeat.
- So you killed her to keep your dream alive.
And you killed him in anger, because he went on national television and destroyed the company.
- I-I didn't want to! - No.
- But I just-I I just wanted my moment.
- Well, you earned it.
- I don't care what anybody says.
I was good.
I really was.
- Yeah, Teddy.
You were better than good.
You were brilliant.
But you had to kill A father and a daughter for anyone to notice.
- No.
Come on! Come on, no! No! Come on! It was me! I was great! - On the bright side, he'll have his moment in the sun in the yard, an hour a day.
These are their stories.
- Where is he? Where is he? Nyle, Nyle! Can you spell genius? - Well, I can spell Nyle Brite, right? - Buddy, you killed it.
You absolutely killed it.
Again, huh? Take a bow.
Take a bow.
Get out there.
Get out there.
Ladies and gentlemen, Nyle Brite! - I can't believe you're blowing me off tonight.
- I got invited to a girlfriend's party.
It's no big deal.
- Come on, who is he- a banker, hedge fund douche bag? - Nathan, come on, jealousy's a turnoff.
- Finals are next week.
- And I'll ace them just like I did midterms.
And I'll call you tomorrow.
- If you're dating other guys, I swear to God I'll kill you.
- Shoot for Mars, settle for Venus.
That's what I say all the time, all right? To hell with the moon.
- The moon is for losers.
- The moon is for losers.
The moon is a loser.
Oh, God, you are a very bad girl.
- Oh, you have no idea.
- I'd like to.
- Uh, she's been ridden more than the "a" train.
I got a newbie.
- You, my man, are the Houdini of hedonism.
Come on, give it up.
I love him.
I love him.
- Ooh! Pink Peruvian.
- Ah.
You look amazing.
- Oh, thanks.
What kind of party is this? - The kind guys don't mention to their wives.
Sara, say hi to my friend- the most brilliant fashion designer on earth.
- You're supposed to say, "in the universe.
" Get everybody out of my house right now.
The party's over.
Get everyone out of my house.
Get off of me.
Get everybody out of my house.
Move.
Hey, what are you deaf? Get everyone out.
Everyone, get out of my house! Get out! Out! - Okay, everybody, party's over! - Get out.
- Sorry, guys.
- Go away, Nathan.
I'm not the mood.
Nathan.
- Hey.
Hey, we need- we need to talk.
No anger, no judgment, just raw, honest truth, okay? - You're high.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, ever.
- Go home to your wife.
- Come on, let me in.
Come on! - No, please! Stop! Aah! - Thank you.
Honey, hey.
We have to talk.
I screwed up.
- No.
- Hey, I'm being serious here.
- Let me guess- one of your gal pals wants to talk to page six? - Worse, okay? Much worse.
- Get ready for school, sweetie.
Mom and dad need some privacy.
It's okay.
I promise.
- Sara! Sara! Sara? Oh, my God! Criminal Intent S10E01 Rispetto Adriano_CSI Apartment was rented to Sara bell.
Neighbors heard a shot about 9:15 A.
M.
Her boyfriend found her about 10:00.
Why'd you call us? College kid gets popped, parents get freaked.
Welcome back, detectives.
First responders left her in the carpet.
Paramedics took her pulse, knew she was gone.
They left her for you.
All right, let's just clear this area out, please.
Uh, photos? Okay, looks like one in the chest- Looks like she might have known who shot her.
The killer wrapped her in the carpet, then leaves her body.
Haven't seen that before.
Maybe he was trying to bring the body somewhere and got spooked.
Fancy clothes for a student.
At least we know who her favorite designer is.
Nyle Brite.
Not cheap either.
Plenty of trust-fund babies at Hudson.
Bag that.
There's at least $5,000 here.
I didn't have that kind of spending money in college.
It's more than I have now.
Wow.
She's an actress Or maybe something else? Nice clarinet.
The Reed's still on it- dusty, though.
I don't think she played the clarinet.
She has admirers too.
"You're a lying, selfish bitch.
I pray to God you burn in hell.
" She was fantastic.
Not according to the text you sent last night.
My favorite is "You used your beauty as a weapon to murder the souls of innocent men.
" - I went overboard.
I'm sorry.
- You found the body, Nathan.
That's ground zero.
Jealous boyfriend? - If I did it, why would I call 911? To make us think you didn't do it? Eames.
How long were you dating Sara? Two weeks.
And you were already texting about the murder of innocent souls? She was brilliant.
She could quote Byron and shelley- did you ever give her any gifts, money? I paid her rent this month.
- That's love.
After only two weeks? Do you think that anybody else might have been paying her rent for the occasional You know, pay for play? - What? No way.
That's ridiculous.
She-she liked to party with her girlfriends.
- Okay.
You're gonna come downtown with us, and we're gonna check your alibi.
There you go.
- Her I.
D.
Was fake.
Turns out Sara wasn't enrolled at Hudson.
She was pretending to be a student.
- Rich, old guys love college girls.
"Generous gentlemen only.
" - I'm sure she found a few.
How are we doing with the idiot who sent the crazy texts? - Nathan's alibi is clean.
He was at the gym from 8:40 to 10:05.
- If she used him to pay her rent, she was using other people too.
There's another pissed-off boyfriend out there somewhere.
- Ran Sara's prints- no records in the database.
Two days before the murder, someone from Nyle Brite called Sara five times, three times the next day.
- That's one happy customer.
- Or unhappy customer.
- Nyle Brite's the "bad boy" of fashion.
His little soirees are legendary.
Sara had over a dozen of his dresses in her closet.
- I'm guessing she didn't pay retail.
Problem is Is that all the calls came from the main office.
The company has over 300 employees.
- Yeah, but only one who brags about how he pays to play.
- You like it? - No.
- I love it! - It's gonna be bigger than the plunge dress.
- It's already bigger than the plunge dress! Oh, my gosh! Nyle Brite is gonna make Marc Jacobs his prison bitch! - Nyle, come here.
Let me see you.
Let me see your eyes.
For God's sake, man, bankers are gonna be here in an hour.
- Good.
That's great! That's great! They should be here in an hour.
I never felt more present or intuitive.
- Or more wired.
- Wi- well, Paul, come on, man.
- You're a mess, Nyle.
You need to see a doctor.
Oh, there it is again- the "j" word.
I thought we agreed, there's no room for judgment in a creative workplace.
- There's also no room for psychotic behavior and gross stupidity, okay? I got six Goldman sachs bankers coming over here in an hour to sign off on this thing- - are you under the impression that you're my boss? - We're talking about $300 million, okay? - I've never been more in control.
I'm at one with the cosmos.
I got it together.
You're the one- you don't have it together.
I'm square.
You're square.
We're squares.
- Come here.
If you blow this deal I will bury you.
I swear to God.
Get straight, now.
- Bye, Paul.
- Someone hit her.
It was hard to spot, because it's above the hairline.
It's a star-shaped cut, black and blue- some type of blunt-force trauma.
- Any idea what caused it? - A fist, most likely.
Indentation's unusual.
Doer may have been wearing a ring.
- It's still black and blue, which means she was injured, what, a day before she was shot? - Yeah, give or take.
Happened prior to the shooting.
- So college boy Nathan alibies for her murder, but maybe he clocked her out of jealousy.
- The guy is a wuss.
He got conned into paying rent.
He's a whiner, not a hitter.
So she got hit while turning away.
Someone was swinging at her.
So it plays out like an argument that amped out of control.
Can you tell us where Nyle Brite is? Nyle Brite? - Uh, sorry.
He doesn't talk to people.
- We're not people.
- Uh, yeah, he's right here.
Hi, can I help you? - Do you recognize this young woman? - No.
- Her name's Sara bell.
She's a call girl.
She never attended any of your parties? - Uh, well, I didn't say I'd never seen her.
I said I didn't recognize her, okay? And I don't really remember her being at any of my parties.
- Her closet was full of Nyle Brite clothing.
- You just went from present tense to past.
- That's because she died.
- How? - She was murdered.
You ever give her any clothes, maybe as a gift? - No.
I don't shower escorts with gifts.
I don't serenade them with sonnets.
It kind of defeats the purpose.
Besides, I don't know who that is, so - Maybe you could take one last look? - Oh, my God! What is wrong with you? I have a press junket in an hour, and you shove a picture of a dead hooker in my face? Bad vibes, man! Bad mojo! - I'm apologizing.
- Where were you this morning? - I-I was at my shrink at 8:00.
And then I had breakfast with my wife, Debra, and my friend Teddy.
He's there.
Now, if you have any more questions, you can talk to my army of lawyers.
- Yeah, we had breakfast at the peninsula around, uh, 9:30 or 10:00.
- Ever seen her before? - That's Sara, of course.
Oh, my God, she's dead? How? - She was shot with a.
22.
- Did you two "date"? - Well, we, um Several times.
Sweet kid, beautiful too.
I can't believe she's dead.
That's terrible.
- When's the last time you saw her? - A couple days ago At the party after Nyle's runway show.
I got her and some other girls to show up at his after-party.
- Did she and Nyle hook up that night? - No, no, no.
He was, uh, otherwise engaged.
Right.
Did you ever call Sara from your office phone? No, I text.
"Special consultant to Nyle Brite.
" Special consultant, that's, uh Uh, fancy.
- I'm a sounding board.
- You're a sounding board.
Oh.
So you do whatever's necessary for Nyle, like keeping him in a positive psychological state.
- Correct.
- Right.
- Like buying him cocaine and hookers? - Much more than that.
Trust me, we grew up on the same block in teaneck, new Jersey, back when he was Norman Briteling.
Okay? - Right.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Let's see Nyle's shrink.
Maybe she can give us a window into the cesspool of his mind.
- I met with Nyle at 8:00 this morning.
- Look, I-I know you can't violate doctor-patient privilege, but is there anything you can tell us that might help? - I can tell you that in session, he said he'd received flowers from a girl- an ex, I suppose.
He was very upset.
- Was her name Sara bell? - He didn't say.
Uh, now, if you'll excuse me, I have a patient.
- I'm just noticing, palm beach real estate.
Business must be good, especially in this economy.
You know, I just thought that pricey therapists would be something that people were cutting back on, you know, like-I don't know- white truffles.
- Well, there's, uh, only one reason it's better to have wealthy clients than poor ones.
- What's that? - Well, the wealthy ones know that money doesn't solve your problems.
- Her credit card indicates Sara bell spent $145 on flowers last Sunday.
- Yes, here it is.
She sent a bouquet to Mr.
Nyle Brite for $145.
- She include a note? - "You said I was your one and only.
Now reap what you've sown.
" That's it- no sign-off, no signature, no smiley face.
- Okay.
Thanks.
- "Now reap what you've sown.
" - It's a threat.
Maybe she had something that could blow him up.
It would have to be pretty big.
The whole world knows he shags hookers.
You saw the skull ring on his right hand? He's the one that hit her.
And she tried to blackmail him the day before she died.
Today's business section just announced Nyle Brite going public in three weeks.
- Not a great time for him to clobber a 100-pound escort, or kill her, for thatatter.
- Anything else on this guy- fingerprints, blood evidence? - No, but it's pretty clear he lied about knowing the victim.
- What about his alibi? We have the surveillance from the peninsula yet? - Nyle showed up at 9:37.
His pal Teddy showed up at 9:41.
- Well, TOD.
Was 9:15.
That means either one of them had time to kill this girl and go out for a Danish.
Any other suspects? - There's Paul Keller, ceo of Nyle Brite, and also Nyle's wife, Debra.
We tried to reach her.
She went to Florida right after the breakfast.
She's back now.
- A lot of people stand to get very rich on this I.
P.
O.
That means a lot of people had a damn good motive for murder.
- I'm sorry, but what does a hooker's murder have to do with me or my company? - We believe she was trying to blackmail Nyle Brite.
- You know, I checked your resume.
You've had three companies that have gone belly-up.
Are you texting us right now? Because we're the ones talking to you.
This I.
P.
O.
Is a big deal for you.
You're looking at $50 million if it closes? - Where were you Monday morning? - I was at home with my wife till 9:00.
I went to the office about 9:30.
Look, I know absolutely nothing about this woman.
- We'd like to see the registration statement.
You know, we'd like to know who your major stockholders are.
- Well, you feel free to contact our attorneys, all right? - How about I call Goldman? Let me see.
"Goldman," here it is.
Let's see.
We'll just tell them that you're involved in a murder investigation- - okay, all right, all right.
I'll, uh-I'll have my assistant send everything over today.
- Oh, good.
Just one more thing- does it bother you that the star of your fashion house has a serious addiction problem? - My brother died ten years ago of a drug overdose.
He was 28.
So, yeah, I take addiction very seriously.
- I'm sorry about your brother.
I lost my brother in the same way.
It just seems to me like you need to focus more on getting him into rehab than on your I.
P.
O.
Closing.
- Yeah, well, I'm a businessman, not a Saint.
- Obviously.
- I got to the peninsula at 9:45.
Teddy and Nyle were already there.
- The murder was at 9:15, which makes all three of you persons of interest.
- You went to Florida immediately after breakfast.
You came back nine hours later.
- Nyle and I are looking at condos down there.
- Did you know Sara bell? - No.
Never met her.
Go to your room, sweetie.
It's okay.
The police are just asking a few questions.
- That's your and Nyle's son.
- Yes.
That's Tyler.
- Doesn't it bother you that Nyle dates porn stars and prostitutes? - I've been with Nyle for 20 years.
We're best friends.
He suffers from multiple addictions.
But I can assure you he didn't hit, much less kill, a call girl.
Nyle gets upset when he steps on a spider.
- I have some of these "livestrong" bands at home.
- Hmm.
It's kind of amazing how much money Lance Armstrong raised with those bracelets.
- Yeah.
- She must know "livestrong" bracelets are yellow.
- Well, you know they wear the purple ones to raise awareness for domestic violence.
- Debra's a victim.
- Did you see the-the way her son was watching us? That's typical behavior for someone who was raised around violence.
- Let's see the man who knew Norman Briteling way back when.
Did Nyle ever tell you he was being blackmailed by someone? - Nope.
- We scrubbed Sara's texts.
She sent you one the day before she died.
"I can't do this anymore.
I'm done.
" - She didn't want to see me anymore.
- A hooker ditching the John- that'sounterintuitive.
- She wanted out, and I figured maybe we'd start hanging- boyfriend-girlfriend kind of thing.
It was delusional.
Not the first time I've been dumped.
- Anyone else ever blackmail Nyle? - About six months ago, a woman named, um, yasmin had this video.
It was pretty ugly.
- Nyle didn't care about the group-sex stuff, just the heroin.
Image- ass good, smack bad.
- And then some guy in a suit gave you a check for 20 grand? - Mm-hmm.
- Was his name Paul Keller- white, 5'10", 40s? That's him.
Told me if I ever whispered that Nyle shot heroin, he would ruin my life.
- Did you ever meet a woman- Sara bell? - I saw her at Nyle's party.
She's the reason why it ended so fast.
And totally fr, Nyle saw her told everyone to get the hell out.
- Because he saw Sara? - Mm-hmm.
- They knew each other? - Knew each other? Hell, it looked like they were married.
- It's possible she was at my party.
Every beautiful woman in Manhattan was there, except for you, of course.
- Yasmin told us you shut the party down the second you saw Sara.
Why? You lied to us about knowing her.
Is that because you killed her after she tried to blackmail you for hitting her? - Are you a crazy person? Are you not right? Because I will sue your asses for slander! - You ever play a musical instrument? - What? - No, I'm just saying that, you know, a lot of great artists- they express themselves in more than one way, you know, like a great actor will paint.
- I play clarinet.
I took it up when I was 12.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Did you ever give Sara a clarinet as a gift? - I'm late for a meeting uptown.
I just - You have.
Why would you give a call girl a clarinet that you played when you were 12? Unless you gave it to her when she was 12.
You're crazy, man.
- Yeah.
That's why you called off the party that night 'Cause the hooker that Teddy brought was your daughter.
- Reap what you sow.
Chloe Miller Born 1991 Changed her name to Sara bell in 2005.
Your daughter.
Father's name isn't on the birth certificate, of course.
But the mother's is- susannah Miller.
Susannah Uh, old girlfriend? She was a Ford model.
We dated for a few weeks, and then she got pregnant.
She still live in the area? - No.
She she moved to Paris when my daughter, Chloe, was 12.
- I'd married Debra by then, and we had Tyler, but I never told Debra or Tyler about Chloe.
I never- I never told anybody.
- She was your first-born child, your one and only.
I mean, that's what you told her, right? She was your one-and-only girl? - I read her poetry- shelley, Byron, keats.
She was an angel.
I loved her.
- Until you found out she was a call girl.
- I wanted to pretend that the whole thing never happened.
I wanted to pretend that she never showed up at my party, that she wasn't a prostitute.
I wanted to pretend that I didn't- - you didn't what? - That I-that I didn't- that I didn't judge her.
- So you recognized her at the party.
I guess Teddy gave you her address.
You went to the apartment.
And you started arguing.
- Yeah.
She started to cry.
She said she wanted to get out of the business.
- And then you punched her in the head.
- Oh, okay.
That was the ring.
She slapped me first.
I lost it.
I had been on a three-day bender, and I was totally nervous about the show and the I.
P.
O.
- All legitimate reasons to beat the crap out of your daughter.
- I know what you're doing, okay? You want to book me for assault, that's fine! But you can't book me for murder, 'cause I didn't kill Chloe- she's my daughter! I'll have my team of lawyers in here.
They'll bail me out in five minutes! And then I'm gonna go public on the offense with my truth! - You're a train wreck.
- We have to do whatever is necessary to protect Nyle.
Assault charges against a hooker we can brush away.
But it's a little difficult to go public when the face of your company's in jail for murder.
- Everything will be fine.
- Really? Tell me something, doctor.
Did the idiot do it? - I can't breach my confidentiality.
Do me a favor- save your sanctimonious speech for somebody else, honey.
I know the little game you and your pal are playing.
- So in the past six months, Nyle's transferred $70 million in stock to a family trust.
- That's pretty typical, isn't it? - Yeah, when you're the beneficiary.
But Nyle's not involved at all.
It's like he gave $70 million in cash away.
Guess who gets the money.
- I knew there was a reason the wife was still around.
- Nyle wanted to provide a nest egg for me and Tyler in the event something happened to him.
Right, so he just, you know, woke up one day and decided he was gonna transfer 80% of his assets to the family trust.
I don't know-seems like a pretty elaborate plan for someone like Nyle.
- Nyle's brilliant.
- I'm sure he is.
He just doesn't seem like a detail-oriented, you know, "plan for the future" kind of guy.
- Well, luckily for him, he has lots of advisers who are detail-oriented "plan for the future" types.
- Like who? - Like his lawyer, his accountant, his psychiatrist.
- Dr.
Harper your shrink too? - Yes.
I've been with her for years.
- Since Nyle started abusing you? - Excuse me? - He might not kill spiders, but he's pretty good at beating up women.
- This is very elegant.
This part of his new collection? - Yes.
- Mom, dad's on tv.
Just turn it on.
I'm done, okay? I'm done pretending that decadence, hedonism, and self-love are all negative concepts.
I mean, what's more beautiful than loving yourself, huh, taking care of yourself, pampering yourself, indulging your wild impulses? W- what's better than that? The pursuit of joy, the pursuit of happiness- that's in our constitution.
Are you along for the ride, my brother? - I'm along for the ride.
- You're along for the ride! He's along for the ride! You're along for the ride! Let me-let me tell you something.
I work fast- you got to buckle up, 'cause that's the key to success, is speed.
The key to success is speed.
A synapse comes, it hits, pow! You got to ride that thing out, man.
That's how the big dogs do it, man- instinct, instinct! You got it! - Way to go, dad.
- That's how we do it, not-not people like you.
I'm talking to you, you son of a bitch.
You know exactly who you are.
I'm Mick Jagger.
You're the talentless, faceless zero backstage making sure I have enough water to drink, so deal with it.
- Must be tough having Nyle Brite as a role model.
- Did you know that Nyle had a daughter named Chloe Miller? - If you have more questions, talk to my lawyer.
- Does your father know you're a whore? I'm just curious.
- No.
- Do me a favor.
Tomorrow-tomorrow morning, right, right when you wake up, call him.
Call your father and tell him that you love him.
Do it For me.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- So this nut job goes on tv.
It goes viral.
He's all over the news.
All right, he bailed on the assault charge, so let's step into him.
Look for outstanding warrants, parking tickets, hell, jaywalking.
Let's bring him in so we can get another run at him.
- We checked his office.
He's not there.
He's not at his wife's apartment either.
There's a town house registered to his company on Hudson street.
- I'm guessing that's his home away from home.
- Well, let's see if we can move him into a studio at sing-sing.
- If you heard that "poof" today, that was Nyle Brite's I.
P.
O.
Going up in smoke.
Goldman sachs announced today that it is terminating Its relationship with Nyle Brite.
- It's open.
Hello? - Brite's early-morning interview is being cited as the cause.
- Nyle? - He's along for the ride! You're along for the ride! - Anyone home? 'Cause that's the key to success, is speed.
The key to success is speed.
A synapse comes, it hits, pow! You got to ride that thing out, man.
That's how the big dogs do it, man instinct, instinct! You got it.
That's right! That's how we do it, not-not people like you.
I'm Mick Jagger- you're the talentless, faceless zero backstage making sure I have enough water to drink, so deal with it.
Hey, psst.
- Show me your hands! - Don't shoot, please! I was upstairs listening to music when I heard these loud bangs.
I'd been partying pretty hard, so I didn't know if I was dreaming or - Did you call 911? - I was too scared.
I thought that the killer might still be here, so I just hid in the closet and prayed.
- She didn't see anything.
- Big surprise.
- Full-on circus- paparazzi, news vans, panhandlers.
- Page one, tomorrow's post- Tsunami kills thousands, or Nyle Brite gets shot in the heart? I wonder which it will be? That matches the sketch that was back at Debra's apartment.
- Say what you want, but Nyle Brite knew how to design clothes.
- So this is what we have Five.
22 shells, all in the chest.
Our killer was pissed.
- Hey, just got word from ballistics-it's a match.
Same gun used in the Sara bell murder.
- We're looking at the same shooter.
- Besides our girl in the closet, two other escorts saw nothing, but one remembers an angry phone call around 2:30, in which Nyle called someone "a selfish bitch.
" - Debra? - Know anyone else who matches that description? - You drag me in here at night- my husband is dead.
My son has to wait in a police station.
You better have something good.
- Here, have a seat.
- We'll make this simple.
Did you kill your husband and his daughter? - Our company died the minute he went on tv.
I wanted to kill him But I didn't.
- We left your apartment at 2:00.
Where were you between then and 4:00? - At home with Tyler.
- And Dr.
Harper.
- Excuse me? - You told us th Nyle discussed his financial matters with his psychiatrist, and I just find that odd.
I mean, isn't it? - I have no idea.
- No? Okay, well-all right, maybe it's not for us to judge what people discuss with their therapist.
Dr.
Harper's your girlfriend.
- My private life is irrelevant.
- Sure.
You-you went to Florida right after Sara was killed.
You were there for nine hours.
- We spoke to a broker down there.
Apparently you and Dr.
Harper are in negotiations for a $15 million house.
- We found this real-estate magazine in Dr.
Harper's office.
The two of you You and Dr.
Harper, teamed up to exploit Nyle's mental state and get rich Move to Florida, palm beach, live happily ever after.
- It's not a crime to live happily ever after, detective, especially after I didn't kill that young woman, and I didn't kill Nyle.
I've let go of my anger.
- Excuse me, please.
Not bad.
You have talent.
- Had a good teacher.
- I'm sorry about your dad.
- I'm not.
- I-I saw one of his sketches at-at your house.
It was of a-a-a nice dress.
He-he did have talent.
- It wasn't his sketch.
My mom covered for him, just like everybody else covered for him all these years.
- Well, if it wasn't his, then whose was it? - Teddy! Teddy, it's the police.
Open up! - Looks like Teddy took his work home from the office.
- He's been designing his own line.
- He was set to make three mil off the I.
P.
O.
It costs a lot more than that to launch a line.
No one would finance the rest.
- Has he shown up at his office yet? - I tried the receptionist.
Ten minutes ago, she said she still hadn't seen him.
- Let's lie.
Hello.
Hi, I'm looking for Teddy scola.
Yes, this is Martin flom from Armani.
Thank- Debra Brite told me about the new line he's trying to launch.
Yes.
Yes, I'm only in town for one day.
Can I- absolutely.
I'll be there in 20.
Thank you.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I have a meeting.
- A meeting? With who? - An investor.
- An investor? For this company? What the hell are you talking about? - Remember that new line I was telling you about? I finally finished the samples.
- Terrific.
- Teddy? We need to talk.
- Sorry, I have an important meeting.
- I know.
Martin flom told me all about it.
You are the bad boy of fashion.
You are a-a-a genius.
Teddy scola.
A- ask me, this should be your office, your chair.
This is, uh, Nyle Brite's famous plunge dress.
- So simple- the draping in front, that elegant, daring plunge in the back.
- No wonder he was a fashion icon.
But he didn't design it.
You did.
It's right here in your sketchbook.
Famous plunge dress, dated march 19, 2005.
That's six months before Nyle unveiled it in Milan.
- Paris.
- Sorry.
Paris.
And your new design Spetto.
Teddy, that's beautiful.
- Nyle had charisma.
I- I was just a schlep from Jersey.
He was the star.
I was the- - what? You were the Fool? Part of the entourage, you know, dumb friend? Dealer? Uh, pimp? You know what gets me is that- that the two of you were- you were real friends back in the day.
You know, Norman Briteling and Teddy scola.
I- I looked it up- the two of you went to the fashion institute together after high school.
- Yeah.
- He loved you.
He trusted you.
Took your advice.
And you got perks- sex, drugs, rock and roll.
- How many times did you ask Nyle to finance your own line? You were gonna make $3 million from the I.
P.
O Net after taxes, 1.
5- not chump change, but not enough to launch a line.
- Nyle didn't think we were ready.
He said my sample was derivative.
You believed that? Nyle telling me That I'm derivative? - That prick.
The guy didn't appreciate anything.
You know, you brought him Sara, as a present, to the party, a college girl.
How were you gonna know that that was his daughter? - We didn't recognize each other.
I hadn't seen her in nine years.
- Nine years.
He freaked out, you know? Later, they go to the apartment.
They fight.
- What did she do after he beat her? - She came to my place, told me what he'd done.
I never would have brought her there if I knew who she was.
- Was it her idea to blackmail him, or was it yours, you know, to ensure that he sponsor your own fashion line, you know, after the I.
P.
O.
Went through? - I busted hump for this company.
- Yes.
Yes, you did.
- Every year, Nyle said, "you'll get your line, Teddy Next year.
" And the next year and then the next year and the year after that! - She sent him flowers And then the note.
But-but then what happened? I mean, despite her anger, she couldn't blackmail her father.
She loved him, right? Blood's thicker.
- That's why she sent those texts- "I can't do this anymore.
I'm done.
" - As long as you were number two, it was all good.
He loved you.
But he wasn't gonna let you step into the sun Right? He was the Mick Jagger, and you were, you know, the faceless, silly, little guy, you know, backstage- the one who brings you water.
- I was more than that.
- Is that how you came up with the name "spetto"? Because you just shorten the Italian word rispetto Respect.
- I love the sound of it.
It's mysterious, but it's strong.
And it motivated me, too, knowing what the word really meant.
It helped me, you know, fight through obstacles.
- Like Sara.
- I had no choice.
She was gonna tell Nyle that I was trying to blackmail him.
He would've dumped me in a heartbeat.
- So you killed her to keep your dream alive.
And you killed him in anger, because he went on national television and destroyed the company.
- I-I didn't want to! - No.
- But I just-I I just wanted my moment.
- Well, you earned it.
- I don't care what anybody says.
I was good.
I really was.
- Yeah, Teddy.
You were better than good.
You were brilliant.
But you had to kill A father and a daughter for anyone to notice.
- No.
Come on! Come on, no! No! Come on! It was me! I was great! - On the bright side, he'll have his moment in the sun in the yard, an hour a day.